Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.